chapter 7 :Battle Commencement

The assembly erupted into a mixture of cheers and anxious murmurs as Elder Lǐ's voice echoed through the vast Duō Clan battle grounds. "The descendant battle will now commence! Let the clansmen demonstrate their strength!"

The battle grounds, spanning an impressive 5 kilometers in diameter, buzzed with anticipation. Six thick, square platforms, each measuring 100 meters on every side, dominated the center of the grounds. These massive platforms would host the one-on-one battles, allowing multiple matches to unfold simultaneously.

Elder Lǐ raised his hand, and a translucent, glowing screen materialized before him. The screen displayed the randomly generated pairings for the first round. Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathering as descendants learned their opponents.

Various descendants cast sideways glances at Duō Yī, their whispers carrying snarky remarks. "I hope I get the failed son of the Clan Head," one sneered. "What does that guy think he's doing here?" another chuckled. "Whoever gets Duō Yī is guaranteed a sure victory for this round."

Duō Zhēn's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to Duō Yī before he clenched his fist, his expression unreadable.

Elder Lǐ's voice cut through the chatter. "The battles will proceed in the following order:

Platform One: Duō Chóng vs. Duō Róng

Platform Two: Duō Líng vs. Duō Kūn

Platform Three: Duō Méi vs. Duō Xiǎo

Platform Four: Duō Wěi vs. Duō Fāng

Platform Five: Duō Jiān vs. Duō Lín

Platform Six: Duō Shēn vs. Duō Li

"The battles will commence simultaneously. Participants, take your places! The remaining matches will be announced shortly."

The assembly dissolved into a flurry of activity as descendants hastened to their designated platforms. Duō Yī's eyes scanned the list, his name absent. A mix of relief and anticipation swirled within him.

Suddenly, a soft murmur caught his attention. "Duō Yī's waiting for his chance to embarrass himself."

Duō Yī's gaze shifted, searching for the speaker, but the crowd seemed to swallow the voice.

Duō Yī's gaze returned to the platforms, his attention drawn to the battles unfolding before him.

On Platform One, Duō Chóng and Duō Róng clashed in a flurry of steel and energy.

Duō Chóng stood tall, his lean build accentuated by his fitted, dark-gray robes. His raven-black hair was tied back, revealing piercing blue eyes – a hallmark of the Duō Clan's heritage. A sharp jawline and determined expression completed his resolute features. He wielded a slender, curved saber with an intricately designed hilt, adorned with small, silver tracings that seemed to shimmer in the light.

His opponent, Duō Róng, presented a stark contrast. Her long, wild hair cascaded down her back like a rich, auburn waterfall, framing her heart-shaped face and striking blue eyes. Her athletic build was evident beneath her flexible, leather armor, which seemed to mold to her every movement. A graceful, crescent-shaped sword hung at her side, its blade etched with minute, golden patterns that danced in the light.

As the battle raged on, Duō Chóng's saber sliced through the air with deadly precision, only to be parried by Duō Róng's swift sword strikes. Their movements were a blur, each seeking to exploit the other's weaknesses.

The crowd watched, transfixed, as the two descendants clashed in a mesmerizing display of martial prowess.

Next to them, on Platform Two, Duō Líng and Duō Kūn engaged in a battle of wits and brute force.

On Platform Two, Duō Líng and Duō Kūn faced off in a titanic clash of strength and strategy. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as these two behemoths of the Duō Clan collided.

Duō Líng, the towering giant, stood at an impressive 6'8" with a chiseled, granite-like physique. His bulging muscles rippled beneath his sleeveless, black robe, adorned with intricate, silver thread patterns. His piercing blue eyes blazed with intensity, and his sharp jawline seemed set in determination. The training scars on his cheeks, a series of intricate, crescent-shaped marks pulsed with his racing heartbeat.

Duō Kūn, though slightly shorter, compensated with sheer mass. His 6'5" frame was a labyrinth of corded muscle, forged from years of rigorous training. His bald head glistened with sweat, accentuating his rugged features and the network of fine, silver threads woven into his gauntlets. His icy blue eyes burned with a fierce inner fire.

As they circled each other, the crowd held its collective breath. The air was heavy with tension.

Suddenly, Duō Líng unleashed a thunderous roar and charged forward. Duō Kūn met him head-on, their massive fists colliding in a shockwave of crunching bone and flesh.

BOOM!

The impact sent ripples through the thick stone platform, causing the ground beneath to tremble. The sound echoed through the grounds, a deafening crash that left spectators stunned.

Duō Líng stumbled back, his face a crimson mask. Duō Kūn's eyes blazed with triumph, but his grin faltered as Duō Líng rebounded with a vicious counterattack.

CRACK! THUD! SMASH!

A flurry of punches rained down upon Duō Kūn, each blow landing with precision and force. The stone platform shuddered beneath their feet as they exchanged blows.

Duō Kūn retaliated with a crushing haymaker, but Duō Líng sidestepped, using the momentum to fuel his own strike.

KA-BOOM!

Their fists met in mid-air, the collision sending shockwaves through the stone. The sound was akin to boulders crashing, leaving onlookers aghast.

Sweat dripped from their brows as they battled on, their grunts and snarls mingling with the cacophony of clashing fists.

Duō Líng unleashed a whirlwind kick, but Duō Kūn caught his leg, spinning him around. Duō Líng countered with a devastating elbow drop.

THUD!

Duō Kūn stumbled, his eyes widening. Duō Líng seized the opening, unleashing a barrage of rapid-fire punches.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The outcome hung in the balance, each warrior refusing to yield.

Duō Kūn stumbled backward, his defenses wavering under Duō Líng's relentless assault.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The rapid-fire punches pounded against Duō Kūn's guard, threatening to shatter his resolve.

Duō Líng sensed victory within his grasp and pressed his advantage.

KA-BOOM!

A crushing kick sent Duō Kūn crashing to the stone platform.

The crowd gasped, anticipating the finishing blow.

Duō Líng raised his fist, poised for the decisive strike.

But Duō Kūn refused to yield.

With a feral roar, he launched himself upward.

Their bodies collided in mid-air.

BOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves through the platform.

The outcome hung precariously.